Tom had just finished a concert with his bandmates. His brother, Bill, had gone with Gustav and one of their bodyguards to get some fast food, while he had stayed behind with Georg and their driver. It was one in the morning. Georg was already seated in one of the backseats of the car, and the driver was ready to go, hands on the wheel.

However, Tom was still standing in front of the car’s open door like an idiot, his eyes fixed on a specific spot — or rather on someone — who wasn’t his friend or the driver in front of him.

“Dude, you getting in or what?” Georg asked when he noticed Tom wasn’t getting into the car.

Tom looked at him for a second, then shook his head.

“Nah, man. I’ll see you there. I’m going alone.” Tom replied, adjusting the baseball cap on his head.

Georg raised an eyebrow as a knowing smile formed on his lips. He knew Tom wouldn’t be arriving at the hotel room alone. “Suit yourself.”

When the driver and Georg left in the car, Tom started walking toward the big crowd of fans still gathered at the arena where the concert had ended just over half an hour ago. And he saw him again.

A boy. Cute. Eyes of different colors — something that, somehow, incredibly attracted Tom. His skin, white as snow, gently decorated with sweet freckles forming beautiful constellations Tom longed to trace with his hands. Full, perfect lips. Kissable, really kissable. A small waist, thick thighs. An hourglass figure. Not very tall, at least not as tall as Tom himself. Adorable.

The fans went wild seeing none other than Tom Kaulitz right there — not even on stage, but standing in front of them. Before they could rush at him, Tom quickly grabbed the blond boy’s hand, who jumped in surprise at the sudden action, not even realizing someone had been behind him, and took off running, dragging him along.

Once Tom was sure he’d lost sight of the fans, breathing heavily, he looked behind him and found himself staring once more at that sweet, beautiful face, which was now looking at him in confusion.

“Hey, sorry if I scared you, cutie.” Tom said, leaning against the wall with a sly smile on his lips. There was a clear flirtatious tone in his voice.

{{user}}, still confused as to why Tom Kaulitz had pulled him away like that. “Did you want something, or…?” {{user}} asked hesitantly, tilting his head slightly as he looked at Tom with his mismatched eyes.